She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. Steps to aid the descent, which was too steep to be safe without them, led to, a door on the opposite side. Even the love of a mother does not sway him. He appeared to thunder dire happenings if she did not obey him without further ado. I seed he was one,—and a sharp un, too,—at a glance.
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